I currently attend a childhood cancer support group, they serve us a meal and while the parents talk about their children's stories, the kids get to have fun and play.
In June 2017 I went out to Bozeman, MT as a part of Big Sky Kids camp. They had sponsors lined up to pay for the airfares for my mom and I. They flew out 18 kids with one parent each. There were 6 councilors who were former campers. We had 10 days of fun activities and I built new friendships. One especially with a councilor named Braydon, He was much like me in a way I couldn't describe. Him and I instantly became best friends and we still keep in touch till this day. You have to be 16 to be a councilor, so in 2 years I want to return to Montana. If you have ever gone to Lone Peak, or plan on going, get a Yeti Dog. They are the best hot dogs I have ever had. The staff and councilors were very understanding to the families and knew how to keep everyone entertained, whether it be going on a hike, going rafting on a river, or going to a naturally heated pool. I can't wait to go back out to Montana in 2019.
That's my story as of now.
Been all over this map, from dot to dot
Red and blue lines, like his old tired eyes
Running late up and down every interstate
It is a living, like it or not
Another truck stop, burger and a order of fries
Rather hauling cattle or packing freight
A long haul from Laredo to San Pancho
"Dead heading", from there to God knows where
Flirting with a truck stop Cutie, a hot cup of coffee
"Sure Babe, make it to go"
Millions of white lines and little prayer
The country, he is getting to see
Over weight, got to dodge the scales
Chain up in Bozeman, slip and slide to "The Mile High City"
Maybe there will be another load
"Black Ice" everywhere, white knuckle driving, biting his nail
Co-pilots, little white pills with no pity
"I need to get off this damn old road"
Blow into "The Windy City" then on to Fargo
Half a tank of fuel, it is freezing in this old "Pete"
Wind a blowing fifty or more, drifting snow four foot deep
Driving all night, nothing but snow
Frozen to the core, no sign of any heat
He is a road runner...Beep Beep
San Pancho is Mexican border slang for San Francisco?
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